One minus OneFriends come together,Through any weather.They create one person,One lit sun.But friends do fight,And lead to frightful sight.For one minus one,Is two not none.When friends are involved,That's how math is solved.Two friends are one entity,That is their destiny.To be realized,That two is a disguise.For they create a single,Sounding resonate jingle.For in the art of melody,Any artist would easily see.That when you add two sounds,Only one is left to be found.Friends happen to be the same,a single note in a single frame.you break a whole in two,You will see it's true.you find two halves and not a whole,For fri
EyesEyes are the biggesttool of the human body,They give you truths behindlies, They are a sincerity we all need,Eyes are spoken body language,Because if looked into,You can tell if they really love you
*Mars*Travelling fast, speed of lightCourse is plotted, Mars tonightRed planet sojourn far from homeTravelling apace, on my own.Phobos and Deimos moons of MarsOrbit faithfully among the starsAtmosphere pink, particles of dustLight years from earth, visit a must.Imagination will take you thereJust sit comfortably in your chairClose your eyes, let thoughts run freeWill meet on Mars, half-past three.2012 Delice194111th December2012
honor is a cold cloakand i stoodin freezing barnsfor hoursdrinking in yourcavernous laugh,'til the ice sankinto my spineand your coal-darkeyes werethe only warmthescapingwinter's grasp.outside, snowgathered onmy lashesand night fell swiftlyas the promiseof hot drinksdripped from your tongue,and though myyoung heartyearnedto warm my hands in yoursi only smiled andsaid goodnight.i knewthat if i followed youinsidewhere the woodcrackledand the light dancedwith shadowson the wallsi would kiss youand you would let me.i knewshe never deserved you.but i also knewthat if i walked awayone
foul, amisslove&trustgo hand in hand—they take a tripto no man's land;they're linked like chainsaround our soulsbind us togethertwo halves, one whole.but love & trust—they start to driftand once trust leaves,love goes amissher death is markedby a faithless kiss—and then a lie,and then a fist.love comes down,with a terrible diseasehe locked my heart,swallowed the keys.trust does not return—it is too late.love is poisoned,by silent hate.
Secret HeartSecret Heart25-12-12You’re stuck in my mindLike gum to the sidewalk,You’ll only come off if someone pulls hard enough,And even then not entirely.I’ve tried erasing you,But I’ve only got a broken board dusterAnd a creaky, squeaky board of memories;A heart you are imprinted on.If I would tell you how much you still mean to me,Would you leave her,The one you moved on with,And come back to the one who gave herself for you?Would you appreciate the love-notes under cups of tea,Or would you chuck them away as if then mean nothing?Would you come back,Or are we too damaged for each other?Yet still I love
Enough is EnoughAt times it feels as if I'm losing sight. As if that passion that burns in the pit of my stomach is beginning to lose some of it's sting. Those ardent wandering thoughts, lucid visions of having my words seen amongst the ranks of adoring fans, seem to become pale carrion remains. Where is the push I need to regain my backbone? To stand up to the obstacles in my way and continue on?Oh God, the journey, the fucking journey. Tell me again I'm great, so I can keep pushing forward.I expect too much of myself sometimes. That aching, longing, never satiated hunger, fuckjustputmeinthespotlight and I promise I will shine again.To those who
WaitingWords that will never reach your ears, are the true thoughts that I want you to hear.How are you doing? I hope your well!Just not knowing gives me hell.As I look back at messages from the past,I just wish that time didn't move on so fast.I bet your doing all the great things you do,But it would be nice to hear from you.But good things come to those who wait,But waiting is the part I hate.
LoveI love youIn all your faults, in all your fears, in all your broken promisesAnd I will always love you as long as you continue to let meAnd maybe even a little longerI never thought you were perfectBut you're perfect for meI know we could be perfect togetherSo don't hide, don't be afraid, I will always love youExactly as you areThe good and the badI love everything about youSurely that isn't so hard to understand?
The Doctors In"He's probably dead," Roger exclaimed as the two kittens giggled mischievously behind him.Krystal and Amanda had arrived at Coleman Park appropriately attired for the evening. Their previously decided-upon costumes seemed much sexier in person than when Roger was helping them choose outfits at Wal-Mart. Being the edgy person that he was, he had politely declined their offer of buying a disguise for him. He had never celebrated the holiday, and instead purchased a t-shirt that furthered his rebelliousness with bright yellow text that read, 'I don't do costumes.'His head down and his hands in his pockets, he paced himself up the paved hill
NightBlueish sky that coversA romantic time for loversTwinkling stars sparkling till dayA lot of time to have a gourmetPeaceful air all aroundWith creepy, yet exquiste soundsThe gleaming, white moon shines brightlyLike a celestial being so heavenlyThe forest darken and fireflies occurTwas so enchanting to little her
GoodbyeYou're so faraway.You never breathe or say a thing.You're a monster.Torn to shreds without a word.I'm a ghost.Lost when you needed me the most.I don't care.You've let me down.You're the cruel one.Goodbye to you and all you've done.
The Ballad For Those Still MournedSail to seam, my apocalyptic dream.Move onward to the dilated opium, breathein and taste hope in homeland heir.Be bold - dare to defy finite odes.Become the soldier, the suit - the armor; garner of humanity and desolate earth.Turn tidal-swells of warfare, silentlyreprobate the crown, sing of homage, bringpeace with the sound of war burned down.Sheath the slaying shore,boast the bounding door.Articulate the arts of warand decimate the depths-adore.Finish the dream, the ode, the chordof men still mourned.
untitledseducing the writer is pointless;he'll seduce himselfif you're silent.
DrowningDrowning in misery,I'm suddenly struck by depression down in the depths of sorrow and guilt,unable to forget or let go.Drowning, helpless,falling, groping into the darkness,a demon waiting at the bottom Unable to breathe, I can only die.Drowning without you,so far gone I can't remember your voice It hurts, damnit, it hurts!I can't see, but I can hear your laugh Drowning, I reach out,but you're too far away No longer in contact, I feel it's been forever.Unable to talk will we ever again?Drowning, the fear choking me you are my air, my dear.Don't forget me, don't let go,m
FishShiny fish swim in a bowl,Pretty little fish.Colors green, blue, and gold,Pretty little fish.In the water always calm,Pretty little fish.
DreamsMagic colors all around,Make waves of secret dreams.They come from little whispered sounds,Ripping at the seams.My greatest hopes drowned like kisses,Rising through my head.Bringing out my inner wishes,Leaving me left alive or for dead.Whisper thoughts and whisper dreams,Magic colors at the seams.Bring to life wishes I keep,Both while awake and while asleep.